Stages

I was going through the stages but it's feeling like it's staged
My homie in them cages he was laughing through the pain
He told me that it's crazy that he tried to leave his ways
Gun on his lap he told his girl that he changed
His mama crying up and church the pastor telling her to pray
Asking god for forgiveness praying her son don't see a grave
They gave him 30 through a sentence
Now he looking at his siblings
Two brothers and a sister he ain't gon see them for a mintune
He told them they he love them and to please stay out of trouble
He might die up in this prison but he smiling being humble
And that body that he caught
Yea that shit was over colors
And if them colors in this prison then somebody gonna suffer
Then somebody gonna die
Yea he put that on his mother
Telling god his confesssions somebody call the usher
I was out switching all these lanes
All this pain I can't recover
I be in the booth I might make it if I mumble

I stayed on the road, yea I swear I seen it all
My cousin got killed I just hate he didn't call
My uncle in the cell
All because he risked it all
Always pray for his freedom
I just pray they change the law's

But it's stages